Billionaire's Match

Chapter 188 Khloe was wide awake, even more alert than a rooster at dawn. What did Nick mean by this? Sleeping together tonight... Khloe's mind raced. She had never crossed that line with Trey in all their years together. Could today... be her first time? 1 The thought made her bury herself under the covers, hiding her flushed face. When Nick emerged from the shower, wearing nothing but a towel, he saw her curled up in the corner of the bed, wrapped in blankets like a defenseless little lamb. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He reached out and gently tugged at the edge of the blanket. Khloe didn't react, so he pulled a little harder. The blanket slid away easily, and instinctively, Khloe's hands shot out, wrapping around his damp, sculpted body. "You missed me that much just after a few minutes?" Nick chuckled lowly, leaning over her. Droplets of water from his hair fell onto her flushed cheeks. Khloe's eyes swept over his toned muscles and the faint rise and fall of his chest with each breath. Her hands remained tightly pressed against his waist. "Nick...

why aren't you wearing any clothes..." she whispered, turning her face away, though her hands still lingered. "...If you're holding me this tightly, it's not exactly convenient for me to get dressed either," he replied, his already deep voice dipping even lower, sending a thrill straight to her chest. She quickly withdrew her hands, flustered. Nick stepped away to change into his sleepwear but soon returned to the bed, settling beside her. The weight of his body pressed gently against her.

fiery intensity, only a tender, heated "goodnight" whispered into her ear. After speaking, he stretched out, scooping her up-including the blankets-into his arms, holding her securely. "Don't be nervous," he murmured against her hair, his voice

"Mm..." She closed her eyes, feeling his steady heartbeat, finally allowing her nerves to ease. Getting married was one thing, but taking that final step still left her apprehensive. Her past with Trey had left scars, a fear of intimacy she hadn't fully shaken. Even with Nick, she needed time. 1 Yet he seemed to understand her completely. Without a word, he could calm her anxiety

Can't they do even a simple task right? Or are you deliberately sabotaging me, hoping I'll leave sooner?" "Mom, how could I ever wish that? I'll have the servants brew a fresh pot immediately!" After her afternoon nap, Lauren